S ILUARIUS praise (past praise) in print I sung,
For transmigration of the soule of French
Into the body of our English tongue,
But he from me in like assay did flench:
Wast for he could or would not smooth my rimes?
He could, but would not. Why? belike the cause
Was, sith they roughly rub'd the galls of times,
While he (that itcht through want) Times itching clawes;
Shall I excuse thee that thus vsest mee?
Yes: th' art all honest but my part of thee.